+++++++++++PART 2+++++++++++
I woke up only a few hours later. I never slept late if I was drinking the night before. I figure it's a hangover that wakes me up, but I'm never sure exactly what it is. The clock said it was 7:55, five minutes before my alarm would have gone off on a day I had to work. It's funny how I never wake up without the alarm when I actually have to get ready to go to work.
I was naked and I realized that the blanket wasn't over me. This didn't really concern me all that much as I rolled over to my back stretching and yawning. I didn't want to get up too quickly and have that rush of blood to my head. That would surely intensify any hangover I may be getting.
I lay there a minute with my arms over my head before I realized that Doug should be next to me. I opened my eyes and looked to my right. The spot he had occupied was empty save for an imprint in the sheet where he recently slept.
I yawned again, still not fully aware of my surroundings. Finally I lifted my head and looked past my feet. I saw that my bedroom door was left wide open. It took a few seconds, but it finally dawned on me that his friends had spent the night here as well. I quickly reached for the sheet and pulled it up over myself.
"Anyone here?" I called out.
I waited a few seconds for a response but heard nothing.
"Doug? Chris? Andrew? You guys still here?" I shouted a bit louder.
Still, empty silence of my apartment was all that could be heard.
I sat up in bed half covered by the sheet. I let my head clear before looking around my bedroom for my robe. I'd left it hanging on my closet door and stood up to put it on. I stood next to my bed for a moment feeling a bit sick before taking the 3 or 4 steps to the closet.
After wrapping myself in the robe I went to my dresser and grabbed the first bra and panties I found. I half walked and half staggered toward the kitchen to grab a glass of water before I got in the shower.
Drinking the glass of water I walked toward the bathroom. Just as I was taking a big sip of the water I bumped into someone, spilling the water and dropping everything else as I shrieked and jumped in fright.
It was Andrew and he was apologizing repeatedly. I was mildly embarrassed, mostly because I had spilled the water right down my robe. He looked a bit embarrassed himself as he stood there in his boxers trying to explain that his friends had left and he was just using the bathroom before he left as well.
"Hey, umm, do you have any eggs by any chance? I really need to get something in my stomach." He asked.
"Yeah, umm, I'm sure I do." I said back.
There was an uncomfortable moment as we kind of looked at each other, each of us apparently waiting for the other to do something.
"Lemme find them for you." I finally broke the stare with.
I headed back to the kitchen with Andrew following. I got the eggs out, found some bacon and then put out the frying pan. I looked up at him about to tell him that he should be able to handle it from there when he asked if I minded if he got dressed while I made the eggs.
Agreeing after only a quick burst of annoyance, I put my underwear on a ball on a chair, washed my hands and started to scramble some eggs.
"I kind of wanted to talk to you before I left anyway." Andrew shouted from the living room.
"Oh? About what?" I shouted back.
"Well, about Doug." I heard him say over the sizzling bacon.
I felt a tinge of rage going through me at even the mention of his name. I didn't even want to think about him right now, never mind talk about him.
"You aren't really all that attached to him yet are you?" he asked now fully dressed and walking slowly toward the table.
"No, not really, why?" I said trying to hide my hurt.
"Well, as I'm sure you're seeing now, he's a total ass hole as far as women are concerned." He said somewhat solemnly.
"Yeah, so I've noticed." I said watching the bacon spit.
"Well, he made it clear this morning that he wouldn't be calling you again." Andrew continued, "He kinda told us as he left that and I'll quote, 'we should feel free to take our turn' I just thought you should know."
"Thanks." I got out choking back a tear.
I took the bacon off and poured on the scrambled eggs. Andrew didn't say anything for a minute.
Finally he stood up, "Look, if you want me to go I will understand, if there is anything I could have done, I would have. Are you going to be OK?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. It serves me right. I was looking for something with him. Something I can't really put my finger on." I was about to spill my guts to him and I wasn't sure why. "I kind of called it 'my inner slut' but, I'm never usually like that. Not the way I was with him, but it was sort of a freedom with him, not having to tell him no, not having to protect myself from his advances. I dunno." I said as tears flowed and I sniffled back my nose from running.
"Well hey; let's just talk about something else." Andrew said as he embraced me.
We hugged for a minute and it felt really good. Andrew seemed like such a nice guy, but after what I'd just been through I was convincing myself he was just taking advantage of the situation as his friend had told him to do.
I split the eggs up, giving him about two thirds. We sat and ate and I calmed down. The conversation started to flow again, this time about more pleasant topics.
"So did you at least have a good time last night?" He wanted to know.
"Yeah," I smiled, "I actually did."
"Good, me too." He said as he was looking around.
"What is it?" I asked.
"You have something to drink?" He wondered out loud.
"Oh, yeah sure." I got up and poured us both some orange juice.
Sitting back down he looked up from his food. "What did you think about having to ask permission to do everything?"
"Oh" I giggled feeling my face redden, betraying my words. "I dunno, It was just a game."
He was about done eating and I cleared the table, putting the dishes into the sink. Half of me wished he'd go so I could get into the shower and the other half wished he'd stay and talk. I fumbled with the dishes as I waited for him to say something letting me know what he'd do.
"Mind if I stay for some coffee?" he finally asked.
"Yeah, sure, if you want." I said with a smile as I turned around.
I started to make the coffee and the conversation picked up again. He asked what I did for a living. He began to tell me about some club that he was in at his school. He said that he'd like to take me there sometime, sighting that he thought I might be interested.
"Did you like calling me sir last night?" he asked again, his voice indicating he wanted a better answer this time.
I had no idea what to say. I didn't even know what I thought, or if I thought anything of it.
"I don't know." I finally said. "I didn't think about it much, I just took it as part of the game." Repeating my previous lie.
"It was, to anyone else." He said with a smirk.
"But was it part of the game to you? Or was it a game in itself?"
I stuttered trying to answer. Nothing intelligible came out of my mouth. I checked the automatic drip coffee maker in order to not just stand still like an idiot.
"Why did you ask me permission to use the bathroom after the game was over?" he asked.
"I really don't know." I told him feeling my face get hot.
"Well I think I do, and I'm going to give you one more chance to answer this in a way to let me know that I'm right. If you don't answer it the way I think you want to, I'll quit with this line of conversation and never bring it up again. If you answer it the way I think you will. The way I hope you will. Well, then we'll take it from there." He explained as I sat on the edge of my chair waiting for the coffee to be ready.
"Did you like calling me Sir last night?" He asked again after a pause.
I thought about how he phrased everything so carefully and what it meant he wanted me to say.
"Yes Sir, I did." I finally said.
"Do you want me to be here when you get out of the shower?" he asked as if it was the most serious question he'd ever asked.
I felt my mind tearing in two again. Half wanting one thing and half wanting something else. I swallowed hard as I heard the coffee machine making its last gurgles.
"Yes Sir, I do want you to be here when I get out." I said while looking directly into his emerald green eyes.
He smiled and nodded, "Good."
I got up and poured the coffee putting out milk and sugar. We talked more, he told me about his club and how it was a bondage club. He explained how it seemed to him that I was looking to be able to be submissive in a relationship and that he thought I might have mistaken that for just wanting to be, or feel slutty.
I didn't say much, opting to listen more than talk. I found it all very interesting and largely true how he was assessing me. I felt strange, like I was a stranger to myself and somehow this stranger sitting across from me knew me better than I knew myself. I wasn't quite sure how that was possible, but at this point it seemed somehow true.
Our coffees were about finished as he asked, "So, you think you want to try this now?"
I was nervous, I wasn't sure what I might be getting myself into but I wanted to try. It all sounded very fun and exciting if nothing else. 'Yes sir, I'd love to." I told him after some hesitation.
"Good, I was hoping you'd say that." He told me.
"Stand up" he said pointing to the floor in front of his chair.
"Yes sir." I said as I got to my feet and moved to where he was pointing.
"Good" He said as he looked me up and down. "Now untie your robe.'
I hesitated a second as he looked at me. I felt myself swallow before saying, "Yes sir." And grabbing the end of the bow knot and pulling it.
Once it was untied I put my hands back at my sides nervously. The robe didn't open right away. Instead he watched me as I breathed. With each breath I felt the robe loosen, I looked back at him as he watched me. As I breathed I felt the robe finally begin to open. First it was the top, my chest and cleavage, making a V to my belly button. Then as I stood there the bottom fell open exposing my pubic hair.
I stood motionless as he looked at me from my feet up to my eyes. My breasts were still covered, but his eyes lingered at my sex. I was so scared, but at the same time that fear, that nervous energy was building up inside of me. It was so strange exposing myself this way. I thought back trying to remember if a man had ever seen me like this before. Naked while he was fully clothed.
